DRESSES

Thursday, February 18, 2010

The past two years, we have made collection of thousands of Dew's photos. I believe most parents are doing the same thing in current era... to capture as much possible of our lilttle love ones developments and antics. Big thanks to technology, digital camera makes of what seems to be impossible 20 years ago is actually so simple now.

However, there is also the down side of digital camera. I do not know about you people but for us, we may have captured thousands of Dew's photos but only have ONE being printed. That is her passport photo. Itu pun sebab ambik gambar kat kedai. Teruk eh!

Well, those days..... provided we were using instant polaroid camera, we wouldn't know how a photo looks like unless we get the negative films sent to a photo shop to be developed and printed. Long gone the dinosour age, we now could instantly view the photos we captured. So, I blame technology for not having Dew's 'hardcopy' photos as of now! He he.

Very often I find myself browsing My Pictures sub-folders in my laptop. I LOVE IT each time. Tonite, I realize how Dew has pick-up a lot of things from me... and becoming more and more like Mommy.

Friday, February 12, 2010

I just came back from Klang…., exhausted! Work has been so tiring and stressful. To top that up, I have forever hated to drive.

While I was driving somewhere along NKVE, HOT.FM played the currently top number by Anang Separuh Jiwaku Pergi. Cis… that song is so sadis la…I broke down to tears listening to the song for reasons I myself not certain of. Others whom had passed and noticed me crying surely thought – This lady must be some pathetic hot chick being dumped big time.For whatever matters came to my mind … I cannot be that emotional. Damn!

I guess it must be the Bukit Bandaraya, Shah Alam signboard.

Update :Oooohhh.. work is not so stressful after all, with the received of double check just now before we all break off for Chinese New Year holidays. :)

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Dew was playing with our tv remote control last night while we were watching Oprah Winfrey Show. She simply pressed the button and nothing of she wanted seems to appear.

The little girl then came to me with the most innocent face saying “Mommy.. nak pembob” while handed over the remote control.Awww… she was asking my help to watch Spongebob Squarepants. How my heart melt with that simple gesture.(Errrr, don’t talk about when she happens to be the annoying Woody Woodpecker)

Unfortunately…. No Spongebob show at the hour.

Yeah, next task in line -Get for Dew Spongebob Squarepants DVD and only let her watch if she behave.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Being the conventional 9-6 office working mom means I have to find a way for my baby to be looked after while I am at work. This is the most difficult task to do in my motherhood experience. Nothing like choosing a car seat or what type of feeding bottles to opt for. Main reason is because I am dealing with homo sapiens who have different ways and opinions in getting things done. Many times I have to step back and accept though it is not to my favor.

Some time back, I was so agitated to fetch Dew from the Nanny all covered with smell of cigarette smoke. No offence to smokers out there. But I really detest to have the thought that my daughter has to bear that more than 1000 mixture of unbeneficial chemical substances into her lungs, blood stream and brain. Puuulllleeesssseeee……….. go spoil yours not my daughter’s. I beg you!

I gave the Nanny the most diplomatic speech I could and repeatedly told her that I do not want it to happen anymore. That episode had passed and it hardly repeats anymore. Really, I am so-so glad that she at least took serious action towards it.

Other than this one issue, I would say she has done a pretty good job in taking care other people’s off spring. I thought, the Nanny is all my concern of which I have to be cautious with when I decided to send Dew to her. My thought was not full right.

Last Friday, I came back from office close to 11pm. That was really late even to my nature and I was in a very physically and mentally fatigue condition. I went straight to the kitchen with intention to wash my hands. To my shock, I saw an Avent nipple attached to it’s collar laying on the kitchen table which was really in a bad state.

I almost fainted. Literally – I almost fainted. How could that happened?

The nipple had formula stain at it’s lower part and lots of black spots as if it’s been there for ages. MacamKULAT-KULAPOK. The inner side of collar looked the same. Damn disgusting, I tell you. I grabbed them both and washed and brushed. Believe it or not, I still had my handbag and working bag hanging on both of my shoulders while I was washing. I didn’t even thought of putting them down. While washing, I was ‘cursing’ Harris for not doing proper cleaning.

(I always have this bad habit to blame that old man first before anybody else). The stain just wouldn’t be able to be cleaned. Only then I realize, eh – Those are not Dew’s. The nipple was number 4, I never bought for Dew number 4. (if you are unfamiliar with Avent nipples – number 4 nipples are with 4 holes for fast flow). Dew is now on slot nipple for her Avent. I also no longer use that non-BPA free Avent bottles. I have changed to BPA-free ever since the supplies reached Malaysia selling racks.

Harris told me that he found out about the nipple and collar when he wanted to mix formula for Dew earlier. He too was too GELI to even look at it.Sigh! The Nanny had mistakenly switched the bottles. She has four tots now in her care. I don’t really mind because she has a helper from 9am to 4pm. The children are at 5, 3, 2 and 18months. Three are still on bottles.

I couldn’t resist but to make a phone call to the Nanny though it was almost midnight to tell her of the switched and also to find out whose rotten nipple and collar could that be. I am not sure about the later objective of my call but the urge to know was so strong. I tried not to judge people but failed when I made that thiak-thiak-thiak sound with tips of my tongue and my head swayed from side to side upon knowing.

How could a mother let that nipple and collar been in such bad state? Come to think of it, mistakenly switched by the Nanny at the end of the day is still considerably acceptable. But what if Dew has been sucking on that sucker for the whole day long? I fainted again!

Every time I send Dew to the Nanny, I made some reserve to accept flaws or whatever things which I consider as ‘defects’. This mistakenly switched bottles incident anyhow, didn’t bring me to the Nanny but the mother of the child. I consider myself as particular in cleanliness, what more on feeding bottles. A friend told me that it is unnecessary to sterile bottles once babies start to put things in their mouth. Germs get in their system anyway. I don’t take that opinion though it was from a practitioner doctor. I still sterile Dew’s bottles until now even she is already two, fear for me leaving any unwanted traces to the bottles and nipples after washing. Anyway, I didn’t spend RM500 for the sterilizer to beautify my kitchen or to balance some ying and yang energy. It is for it’s intended purpose.That awful nipple was truly-truly UNACCEPTABLE. How much does the bottle cost la…? Ganti la weh!

So now, is there any possible way that I can choose the type of parents whom send their child to the Nanny? Isk-isk-isk, I am so lost.

You mommies who have the luxury to take care of your own child, I envy you!

Sekadargambarhiasan :

Dew's Minnie Mouse, Bugs Bunny and Pureen gifted bottles which are never used. Now became her toys.

Dew's Avent and B-free nipples and bottles which are no longer in use due to the life span.

Friday, February 5, 2010

This is a much due post I would say, when my baby girl’s birthday had passed for almost a week. Since I’ve made that quiet promise to blog about it… I better do so, ain’t I?

Last Friday on the 29.01.10, Harris asked me if we should a buy a cake to celebrate Dew’s birthday. I thought that would be fine and we grabbed a tiny lychee cheese cake at our neighborhood cake shop after work that day.

We headed home upon fetching Dew from her Nanny’s. Like the usual, we had our time entertaining the cheeky chic and I dozed off on the sofa. (It was a loooong tiring week, ok. Give me break!)I was only to wake up when Harris awaken me, saying – “It’s 15 minutes to 12, let’s blow the candles!”Hah! It’s late at night and Dew’s asleep! Never mind, I then took my bath to freshen up while Harris prepared the cake.

At 12 midnight just as it strike 30.01.10, we awaken Dew and started singing the birthday song. Dew was puzzled… only if she could speak well, she could have said – What a pair of crazy fun parents I have. As her sleep being disturbed, she couldn’t hold but to protest to put her back to bed without even blowing the candles. Wheee he he. So the cake was saved from being absorbed into our gastronomy system.

It was a real special day, which the justification was - I COOKED FOR LUNCH. Cheeewah! Cincai-cincai je. Prior to that we still had our breakfast outside.In the late afternoon, we made the Birthday Girl on cloud nine with Daddy purchasing her long waited red ‘ayckel (bicycle – in her lingo)

Macam yo-yo je dia kayuh!

The cake had yet to be cut. Harris suggested for us to go to one of our best cousins place – the Mentibangs, for cake cutting occasion. Surely it would be more fun to have many people around. I was slightly reluctant earlier on because the cake was a tiny one it could not be enough for everyone. But what the heck… I agreed with him.Dew was all happy once we were about to reach Mentibang’s place for she knew she’d have other 2+1 kiddos to share the fun with.

Ibu had to barge in with a point finger and be the life saver, eh ?Every time we show Dew this video, her chest raises up and down showing her breathing accelerating rapidly and repeatedly saying – Kakak, Kakak, Adha – to yo! I guess she wanted to say “Kakak had interrupted into Nada’s “Happy Birthday to you”….He he, I know they two will be best of friends.

We left Mentibang’s family over 11pm close to 12night being so sleepy. So late… thanks to Harris for wanting to have ‘tutorials’ from Nslave of his newly bought birthday present - the E72.

That was how we celebrated our baby girl’s birthday. No fancy party with party planner, nothing so glamorous but we slept very blissful that night.

It is a joyous event every time to celebrate birthdays, but this particular birthday of a particular special girl also brings a poignant feeling to me. She’s growing up too fast, one day she no longer needs Mommy’s eyebrows and eyelashes when she wants to sleep or to soothe her.

To my baby girl, Mommy has to admit that Mommy is not a very patient mom that at times anger is on you unlike Daddy whom is always a cool Dad. Even so, always remember - Mommy loves you just as much as Daddy if not more!

Little notes for you to know....,You may not be the winner of a cute baby contest, but you are the cutest baby in this entire Milky Way to Mommy and have long won Mommy and Daddy’s heart.

You may not be the genius baby that can point out countries on World map and appears in Oprah Winfrey Show at 20mo, but all the little achievement you’ve succeed thus far made Mommy really proud of you.

You may not be the eloquent baby that fascinates people around with vast use of vocabulary, but your gibberish talk and laugh and sing and shout and cries never fail to fulfill Mommy’s day.

You may not be the whiz kid but you just know how to console and cheer Mommy up when ever Mommy is feeling down or even angry at you.

Happy Second Birthday, Che’ Embun.. muah.

Sleepy Baby Singing

P/s : My dear readers want to know what I get for my girl this year ?… I didn’t get her anything…. I made her two dresses.

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About Me

I am a Hamba Allah whom loves herself as a PERSON way above anything. Not as somebody’s wife nor somebody’s daughter nor somebody’s mother. Self-centered? No! by loving myself so much as I am, makes my passion towards others even more meaningful. And I wouldn’t want to change unless I want the change.